sage

I lay in the impression your body once
made in our bed, wondering how long the
pillow will remain warm.

Silence only makes me hear you more,
the dark weight of the hours drag behind
me as I pray to an altar built on the edge
of my despair.

Like a mad woman staring into her secrets,
I reach for you through the shadows
wondering how long I will remain a hope junkie.

The slam of the door doesn’t abate my
hunger for you, the veil of your lips made
silent as my weariness follows the infinite
ache of alone.

Living becomes a stranger as I cling to
remembering what day it used to be,
your body a river I still yearn to drink.

Turning a deaf ear one last time,
you left administering the
lash, and I ended up eating the bitter bread
of banishment.

sage ©

Harry

well-done

you have much talent

PaintedDiary

Dear Sage,

Simply exquisite! I love everything about this poem. Beautiful visuals, beautiful picture, beautifully executed, and beautiful selection of words. One could "feel" your poem, and that is beautiful in itself! Wow!!! I am in awe of your talent. I look forward to reading more of your works!! Thank you for sharing! The muse of the written word has blessed you with lyrical wings.

Painted

sage

thank you harry, it is so nice to meet you!

write on,
sage

sage

Thank you painted, your comments mean so much! I look forward to perusing your work as well.

write on,
sage

Echoes

wonderful write, so visually scribed, this is an absolute treasure

sage

thank you so much echoes; it is nice to meet you!